Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 275
In Dunhua workshop, a cart of straw is pulled into the paper workshop and pressed firmly in the simple board house.

Lu Jiasheng's eyes were full of bewilderment, he didn't know how the director of Jingyuan would pull the straw over.

Uh, it's true that Fan Zheng is the director of Jingyuan, but he wouldn't do that, would he?

"There is no need for Jiang Shilang to panic. Cheng Wolong, the official director of Jingyuan, knows that Dunhuafang needs to make paper. It just so happens that these straws have nowhere to be placed. It would be a pity to burn them, so they sold them to Dunhuafang for a penny a cart of straw. "

Wolong responded lightly.

If you don't look at the director's face, this kind of essay official from the ninth rank will not be impatient to talk to him.

A cart of straw costs a penny. Although the price is slightly lower, it can stop other people's gossip.

freight?

What is the shipping fee? Didn’t you know that Sinong Temple has a thousand and twenty-one spare vehicles?

Although most of the backup vehicles transported grain between Luoyang Palace and Chang'an City, there were still more than a hundred backup vehicles available at Sinong Temple.

Comparing the Yushitai, which does not have a single multiplier, just confirms a sentence, the drought dies, and the flood dies.

When Fan Zheng came back to the Yamen, Lu Jiasheng looked for Fan Zheng in a slight panic, and told Fan Zheng what Wo Long had done.

Although Lu Jiasheng, who came from a humble background, also likes to be cheap, but there is a limit to it. If the price is too high, it is difficult to guarantee that there is no medicine in the cake.

Fan Zheng took the tea from Fanghe and took a sip: "This Wolong really knows how to do things. If he brings it, you can accept it, but the price is one penny per car, and you have to pay and sign on the spot. "

Wolong, this guy, something will happen!
"The harvesting of straw is free, and a large number of ponds need to be built for soaking bamboo, and wooden houses are built to store a large amount of bamboo." Fan Zheng grinned. "There is no need to go to Dongshi to compete with merchants for prices and relationships. The orders for next year are already pouring in. I'm afraid we won't be able to produce."

Lu Jiasheng took the tea bowl, opened his mouth to brag a few words, and finally calmed down.

"I know, this side of Dunhuafang will not weaken the name of Huarong Jianguo County man anyway."

It is a matter of a few words, but it is troublesome when it is done. Waterproofing, fire prevention, expanding the fence, building warehouses, repairing pools, adding pots and stoves, grinding mills, floating ponds, buckets, and paper curtains are enough for Lu Jia to give birth to his brother. People suffer.
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In the yamen of the chief executive of Jingyuan, Fan Zheng and Wo Long were sipping tea, discussing unimportant business matters one after another.

"How is this year's harvest compared to last year?"

"Returning to Shangguan, it has not yet dried, and it is expected to increase slightly compared to last year, or remain the same."

Although Wolong tried his best to please, he didn't dare to brag about the data. If he didn't hand over enough food, he would die!

Of course, the heart is still not dark enough.

"Well, I have seen Jiancheng's ability. But, there are some things that should not be taken as examples." Fan Zheng warned slightly.

Wo Long almost flew up happily, the word "Jian Cheng" was extremely pleasant to the ear.

Do not set an example, understand, it will always be an example.

If you can't even listen to this bit of official language, don't be greedy for simplicity, and go to work honestly.

Fan Zheng didn't know Wo Long's mental activities, but if he knew... he could only be silent.

You can't say that Wo Long's idea is wrong, and what Wo Long did was obviously instructed by an expert, and every step was within the rules, even Yu Shitai couldn't find his fault.

In this world, it is really difficult to work honestly and get promoted.

Even Emperor Zhenguan and Tian Khan Li Shimin gradually loved to listen to flattery and hated advice and persuasion. Why didn't the officials move on hearing the news?

Therefore, when accusing the lower ethos of being wrong, think about "what's good at the top, what's good at the bottom must be worse."

"There is a vacancy in the supervisor, and it was originally scheduled to be filled by the deputy supervisor."

Wo Long watched the public house was empty, lowered his voice, and said quickly.

Fan Zheng frowned slightly, and nodded slightly.

Wo Long's words are absolutely true, which is equivalent to saying that Fan Zheng actually blocked the way of Deputy Supervisor Long Min.

Of course, the two sides may not necessarily have a grudge because of this, and they are somewhat suffocated.

Wolong's intentions were clear.

Shangguan, kick Long Min away, let me come, I can take care of the director of Jingyuan for Shangguan, I can bear the burden of hard work, I can bear all the blame for Shangguan!

Fan Zheng understands Wolong's desire to rise, but he doesn't believe in Wolong's guarantee at all.

In this world, how many people can you really trust?

Not to mention later generations, even Lianfa husband and wife can't believe it.

As an official, you casually pass the handle to the superiors and subordinates, and wait for death.

The entire director of Jingyuan, there are actually not many people in the yamen, everyone is working diligently in each garden, even Wolong just came back from Xuanwu Gate, and the loess on the bottom of the hemp shoes is still fresh.

"I don't listen to what people say, but I have to see how well they do. At the end of the year, there will be exams and merits. I will remember the merits and demerits of the officials in the prison, and ensure that everyone's efforts will not be in vain."

This set of plausible rhetoric made Wo Long analyze another meaning.

"Efforts will not be in vain", this sentence is indeed fascinating!
From Wo Long's ears, Fan Zheng implicitly stated that it was impossible to directly pull Long Min down, but he would decide whether to promote Long Min based on Wo Long's performance.

Well, even if the position of deputy supervisor Long Min cannot be moved, the positions of supervisor Mingtan in the east of the Jingyuan, Qidiaopan in the south of the Jingyuan, Zhuan Sun Shengwo in the west of the Jingyuan, and Fudou in the north of the Jingyuan are not the same. No way.

Wait, let's forget about Jian Mingtan's broken position on the east side of the Jingyuan. He guards a lot of tombs all day long, which is scary.

Anyway, Fan Zheng had admonished Wo Long with an image of incorruptibility;
Warlon was satisfied that all his efforts had not been in vain.

Language is such a confusing thing.

Jian Mingtan from the east side of Jingyuan ran into the yamen panting, took a bowl of tea soup, blew it hard a few times, and gulped it down: "Director, Dongfang Jian didn't have much credit, you have to remember the hard work! "

In the entire four-sided prison, the land on the east side of the capital is the least, the most broken, and the most sporadic. It is certainly not fair to judge heroes by their achievements.

However, Ming Tan should not be allowed to make a fool of himself.

"Tell me, what are the hard work?" Fan Zheng didn't listen to empty words.

Fan Zheng is clear about the basic site of Jingyuan East Prison. There is not much site in the first place, and it is daily life to guard the grave and feed the fox.

Ming Tan grinned: "The director underestimated the Dongmian prison. Among other things, three hundred plows turned out those deep-rooted white grasses, exposed them to the sun, and set them on fire by the Chanshui to burn them clean."

"Growing wheat millet or something, I guess it's not very good. I'm thinking of planting a little bean, supplementing some Chinese cabbage, cucumber, and carrot."

This idea works.

Of course, not all dishes are suitable for the thin soil of Dongmianjian.

"The soil layer is a bit thin, and the fertilizer is not enough. Try to get some dung juice over it, ferment with the soil, and increase the fat. I guess there will be vegetables to eat next year." Fan Zheng couldn't help showing off.

Oh, it's not a profound knowledge, even in today's time, farmers will get fat when they grow vegetables.

Why is there no manure in the farmland?

Please, can planting dozens of acres of land be the same as planting a few beds of vegetables?

"Greetings, Director!"

Ming Tan offered a flatterer at the right time.

Well, the sycophantic culture of officialdom, if you are the one being photographed, the perception will be different.

Hahaha!
(End of this chapter)